"Grab your coat." Sherlock growled, pacing to the door. He grabbed a gun out of a compartment in a drawer and leaned patiently on the wall. I sprinted to my room, digging desperately through my closet. I threw on a bookbag I had packed for just this occasion. Trembling, I followed Sherlock to the door.

"When we get outside, sprint around the corner, Mycroft is there now with a getaway car." Sherlock ordered, his eyes blazing with anger. I nodded weakly, and pursued him as he ran out the door. My legs pounded hard as I got out the door, as soon as I hit the curb I sprinted for the car around the corner. A gunshot sounded behind me.

"Holy crap!" I screamed, turning to see a gun pointed at me in the distance. I didn't dare stop, I dashed full speed towards the car. Gunshots trailed after me, I was so lucky this guy was a bad shot. I ducked around the corner, crouching to catch my breath. Mycroft's car was a few feet away. I readied myself and sprinted for the car. A bullet whizzed just next to my neck and went straight through the front window. There was a gasp from inside the car. I climbed inside, spotting the driver hanging limp from the steering wheel. 

"Oh my god..." I gasped, climbing into the front seat. I pulled him from his seat and set him in the back. I had no time to check on him, but I could tell he was dead. I drove away from the curb and sped down the street, hardly noticing my phone's blaring ringtone going off next to me. Sherlock's name was on the screen. I slid the answer button, listening for his voice.

"Are you out of the area?" Sherlock's voice yelled through the speakers.

"Y-yes.." My voice shook as I spoke. "They shot the driver, I'm by myself." I explained. I heard him curse under his breath.

"(Y/N)... I'm going to need you to do something crazy." He lowered his voice. I felt my heart thudding in my chest, as I pulled around another corner.

"O-okay?" I replied, anxiety gripping my words like talons.

"Drive off the bridge." It took everything in my power to not slam on the brakes and scream at him, instead I let out a sort of yelp and sped up.

"What!?" I cried, looking down at the phone as if it was his face.

"Trust me." I paused, noticing the turn to pull onto the London bridge. "Drive off the bridge." He repeated. I took a breath and spun onto the turn, speeding down the street, avoiding the other cars as I reached the bridge. My heart hammered on as I pulled onto the bridge, driving to the middle.

"I'm on the bridge." My voice came out surprisingly calm.

"Do it. Now." Sherlock ordered. My mind went blank, I jerked the wheel violently, sending the car off the road and towards the rails. I wasted no time, speeding full speed ahead, going straight through the railing. For a moment the car floated, and then it began to fall. All that came to my mind was one thing.

"Sherlock, I love y-" I hit the water, and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, the air was thin and hard to breathe. I looked around, I was in the car, underwater. Water lapped softly at my waist and continued to rise. I must have only been out for a few minutes. I looked at the window, trying to find a way to get out. I undid my seat belt and turned my legs to the window. 

With a strong shove, I slammed my feet against the window with all my strength. I repeated a few times until suddenly the window shattered, water rushed in, pushing me against the other door. I gasped, but quickly closed my mouth and pushed against the water that entered the car, and dragged myself out the window. Wasting no time, I swam to the surface, and paddled over to a small piece of land under the bridge. My shirt was ripped and blood oozed from the cuts that the glass had left. I winced, laying down on the rocks panting. I closed my eyes again, passing out instantly.

"(Y/N)?" Someone whispered. I felt a light shaking go through my body. "(Y/N)?" I slowly opened my eyes, my vision blurring a the bright lights. I let out a muffled groan, shutting my eyes again. The lights flicked off. I opened my eyes once more and looked at the person. I was surprised to see Mycroft standing over me. "Sorry for waking you, you're in my private hospital for the time being." He explained, looking me over.

"Alright. Where's Sherlock?" I glanced around the large hospital room.

"He was shot, he's in a room here too-" I sat upright, climbing out of bed. "(Y/N)!" Mycroft growled after me, as I limped out of the room. Pain shot through my leg, but I ignored it. I pushed open the door to my room. I heard a door burst open at the end of the hall. Sherlock was standing there in a hospital gown, his face pale. We stared at each other for a moment, before sprinting towards each other. I felt all my pain fade upon seeing him. As I reached him he swung his arms around me, spinning me in the air in a wonderful hug. I felt tears roll down my face as I hugged him. His arms stayed where they were once I landed, we must have hugged for a good 10 minutes before I pulled away to look at his face. His eyes were watering.

"They told me you were going to die. That your concussion would kill you in your sleep." He whispered. I raised a hand to his face and wiped away the tears.

"I thought you were dead too.." I whimpered, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. Sherlock leaned down, brushing a stray hair behind my ear.

"I'm glad you're okay, because..." He leaned close to my ear. "I love you too."